May each pilot their own ship, and may your life’s passion be a wind to fill others’ sails

Where’s Ahab?

Good friend John and I went for a ride in the mountains, miles from the Pacific, and all of the sudden, out of nowhere, Moby Dick erupts from the pine needle duff and attempts to consume John, new wool jersey and all! Good thing I had my harpoon and Sweet Melissa to save him!

If Mary Poppins married Ansel Adams, their kids would heed these words, or you may find yourself inside the belly of Moby Dick, shown above.